I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 150

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"Soldiers, many of you must have heard the rumors, and all kinds of rumors; rumors about a nasty 'neighbor' breaking into our friend's 'home'."

"Now, I'm telling you that all of these rumors...are true."

"The imperial expedition force of 20,000 people successfully crossed the Dawn Mountains in just three days, conquered and blood-washed the west gate of Hantu, known as the fortress of the towering tower with a copper wall and an iron wall!"

"And just a few days ago, they had launched an attack from the fortress and invaded the territory of Aiden. In just a few hours, they defeated the vanguard of the Han soil army."

"More than 20,000 Han soil soldiers equipped with Clovis weapons were wiped out!"

"This war about the rise and fall of the vast land has reached the most critical juncture. King Claude Francois has sent a letter of request for help, imploring his only ally...that is, us, to rush to the battlefield of Aiden Western Front to join him. Fight alongside."

"Yes, I can see the doubts on your faces, and I know what everyone thinks - this is a war between the vast land and the empire, what does it have to do with us Clovis?"

"As allies, we have fulfilled all our obligations, defeated the fleet of the Empire, and annihilated the advance army of the Empire occupying the port of Carindia, why should we ask us... the Clovis, to pay more for Hantu? "

"Let me answer this question in the shortest language: Because their enemy is the Empire!"

"Why did the weak Iser elf dare to challenge Clovis, because of the empire; why the Carindians would surrender to us first and then betray, because of the empire."

"Why is the Clovis Kingdom always surrounded by enemies, why are we always despised by the entire orderly world and ridiculed as barbarians without culture, why the Clovis people always look inferior, why are we bullied everywhere...because of the Empire!"

"Because the Empire doesn't want to see the Clovis rise up, it doesn't want to see someone stronger than her, it doesn't want to see the Clovis kingdom that gave birth to Saint Isaac... surpass it!"

"That's why she suppressed us everywhere, belittled us, deceived our trust, hurt our feelings! In the 95th year of the saint's calendar, she interfered in our internal affairs, and in the ninety-ninth year of the saint's calendar, she undeclared war to win over neighbors everywhere. The kingdom becomes our enemy, in all matters against the interests of the kingdom of Clovis."

"So... as long as it is a war against the Empire, it is our war; as long as it is willing to fight with us against the injustice and tyranny of the Empire, it is the partner of the Clovis!"

"In Eaglehorn City, I used to call the liberation of the shattered vast land and the destruction of the rotten and incompetent rulers of the Seven Cities Alliance as our cause; now the future of the vast land has reached the most critical moment, if the Imperial Expeditionary Force is allowed to invade , all the hard work we have earned will be wiped out in the coming months."

"I can't accept, let alone accept such a result; I won't watch the blood-colored unicorns flying on the city wall be replaced by golden irises; I won't accept that like a defeated soldier, a dingy Banished from the vast land by the empire!"

"Soldiers, the soldiers of the Storm Division, who have been determined to fight side by side with me since the summit of the Dawn Bingfeng, please hold your rifles tightly, make all preparations, and work with our allies to bring the empire... "

"Kill a piece of armor and leave it alone!"

The moment the voice fell, thunderous cheers erupted from the deck of the Hantu Fleet. The bursting sound waves were like a storm rolled up on the sea surface, constantly shaking and echoing in the air.

In the next second, An Sen, who had raised his hands above his head on the podium, suddenly seemed to be being held back, his face was bloodless, and his straight body began to tremble unconsciously... It was just that with the fluctuation of the waves, it didn't seem very obvious.

Fabian, who was standing in the front row, frowned slightly, didn't speak, and immediately made a gesture to the lieutenant of the cavalry opposite.

Immediately afterwards, the two "tacit understanding" immediately walked behind the podium, and when the atmosphere on the deck was hot and the most chaotic, they "drag" Anson down from above with arms.

The two silently left the deck as quickly as possible, avoiding the attention of all the soldiers, and entered the captain's room along the stairs.

The head of the grenadier regiment put the already stupefied deputy commander on the shoulder of the cavalry lieutenant with a blank expression, and kicked the door open with a "bang!"

Seeing the three of them, Lisa, who was hiding in the room, immediately poured all the secretly opened cans into her mouth as quickly as possible, opened all the windows very skillfully, and took out a wooden bucket from under the bed and handed it over.

Just as she took out her stuffy nose from her jacket pocket and turned her back, Anson, who was in a trance, had been pressed his face into the barrel by the cavalry lieutenant, and then...

"vomit--!!!!"

After an unknown amount of time, Anson, who had vomited, woke up from the coma and found himself lying on the bed; Lisa, who was holding a can with bread crumbs hanging from the corner of his mouth, came into his sight.

"what time is it now?"

An Sen, who was desperately opening his eyes, was helpless.

"At half past seven, it's just time for dinner!" Lisa happily pointed to the moon rising outside the window and said:

"Today's dinner has canned food and fresh fish soup, does Anson want it?"

"...still not."

Before he finished speaking, his sleepy head slammed on the pillow.

In order to catch up with the final battle that is about to decide the fate of Hantu - or to avoid the tragic fate of being "caught" by Major General Ludwig Franz, the second day after receiving the letter of request for help, the Storm Division led the coalition forces. A total of more than 20,000 people immediately set off and rushed to the Principality of Aiden with the fastest speed.

However, there is a small trouble here, that is Aiden... Or the infrastructure of the entire Hantu is very poor, and even the unified roads are very scarce; the direct result is that it is very difficult to transport materials in the rear, even if there is enough transportation capacity and Supplies cannot be delivered to the front lines quickly.

Therefore, Ansen Bach had to open up a new marching route in order to avoid "snatching supplies" with the vast expedition army that was fighting against the Imperial Expeditionary Force, and pitting his own people.

Of course, this wasn't a problem for Anson - he had an entire fleet in his hands.

Although the Battle of the Reefs caused heavy losses to the fleet, especially the three-masted cruiser as the flagship was sunk, at least most of the cargo ships were still intact, sailing short distances, and transporting thousands of people or materials of the same weight was no problem at all.

In this way, the logistics materials can be completely set out from the Iron Bell Fort, and arrive at the Port of Carindia together with the reconstruction materials, and then "distributed as needed", leaving the part needed by the Port of Carindia, and the rest are all onboard.

In order to further improve the efficiency of the march, Anson directly divided the coalition into two, and led the Storm Division and the 5,000 Thun Corps to board the ship, while the remaining 8,000 Aiden Corps were handed over to Leno Emmanuel, who insisted on coming. Command, prepare the supplies for seven days, rush to the designated place to meet by land, and go to the deserted stone castle together.

This "sound-sounding perfect plan" has at least two advantages in Anson's view.

First of all, of course, the speed and efficiency of the march are improved, and there is no need to compete with friendly forces for logistics; at the same time, to a certain extent, it can also prevent his dear uncle Claude Francois from using logistics to "threat", deliberately letting the storm division To fight some hard battles that obviously cost a lot of money.

Even if you don't think of people as bad, having independent logistics is always a good thing that you don't need to be controlled by others.

Second, is to stay behind.

A perfect plan always has alternatives - relying on the fleet and the continuous transportation of supplies, the Storm Division can have a bridgehead close to the front line that can be attacked and defended; even retreat can There is an absolutely safe direction, and it will not become a headless fly who is panicking.

With naval guns and defensive positions to cover, even if the Imperial Expeditionary Force tried their best to hunt him down, Anson was confident that they would pay a heavy price that would turn victory into defeat.

Of course, considering that most of the sailors on the original fleet belonged to the two or five young men who jumped over and over again, all the sailors have been replaced by Anson.

The gunners were all Thun, and the rest of the sailors and crew were refugees recruited by the Storm Division from the port of Carindia after the war, as well as a part of the Clovis Storm Division soldiers who were "supposed to be good in water" - convinced that they were safe enough When it comes to protecting his own life, Anson has always spared no effort.

Victory is just the result.

Being alive is the basic condition of everything.

Whether or not you can live to win is the measure of whether a plan is perfect.

And Anson's plan has been perfect.

But it is a pity that nine times out of ten the world is unsatisfactory, and no matter how perfect a plan is, it is inevitable that there will be a hundred secrets, and the most unconsidered part of this plan is...

Well, he is seasick.

It is not simple dizziness, headache or drowsiness that can barely be overcome by willpower, but as long as you stand on the deck for half an hour, you will vomit, your limbs will be cold, you will be exhausted, you will have difficulty breathing, and finally you will be in a trance, and finally completely. Passed out.

In this life, "Anson Bach" has only been a carriage and a steam train in his limited memory, and has occasionally experienced horseback riding... Although there is also a little dizziness and the urge to sleep, it is not as scary as seasickness.

Of course, with the constant adaptation of his body to this state - considering that he is now on the boat 24 hours a day, he can't help but adapt - he is much better than when he started.

From the night of boarding the ship to vomiting in public and twitching all over, until at least he can insist on returning to the cabin to vomit again; from being in a coma for most of the day to only a few hours, the progress is still visible... Although he seriously doubts that it is because he has already Nothing to vomit, plus the reason for sleeping too long.

It was the second day of the voyage, and according to the plan, they would continue to sail for another two days before reaching the destination; in the current state, Anson even doubted whether he could reach the destination alive.

Thirty minutes later, Fabian pushed open the half-closed door, and he could only smell a faint smell of alcohol but no fishy smell—obviously, he didn't eat dinner either.

This former Guards officer, who claims to have "served in Beigang", is actually a little better than Anson. He can stay awake most of the time, and only eat two or three biscuits a day to barely guarantee not to vomit.

"Are you feeling better?"

"It's better than the beginning, but I don't know why, but my throat is very dry." An Sen nodded, leaning on the pillow weakly: "How are the soldiers, most of them can adapt?"

"Basically, it's just normal nausea and vomiting. At most, a night's sleep will make it almost better. You are in a particularly serious situation. There are only a dozen people... It will not affect the combat effectiveness of the storm division."

Fabien replied briefly: "Several military doctors with the army have already seen it, and there is not much of a problem. At most, after getting off the ship and resting for two days, it should be able to return to its original state... It's just right."

Anson nodded slightly—whether it was building a frontier position, or waiting for Lenore's 8,000 Aiden Corps to come together, it would take at least two to three days on the beachhead, which was enough to make these dozen or so unlucky like him. Eggs are back to normal.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Anson sighed and said weakly with a hoarse voice:

"Tell me, is there any bad news from the front?"

"Bad news?" Fabian was obviously stunned, and after thinking seriously for a second, he looked at Anson with some confusion:

"Lord Deputy Commander~www.mtlnovel.com~ We are still at sea."

"...Sorry, I'm used to it." Anson twitched the corners of his mouth, and he was completely dumbfounded by the seasickness:

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see if you have woken up. Do you want to ask a doctor to come and see? Your health is always the most important thing for the storm division."

Fabian calmly touted two sentences, and then said: "Since you are no longer in a coma and look healthy, I will let you know by the way that the fleet has arrived at the destination, and you can officially land until tomorrow morning. already."

"Oh, so that's the case, tomorrow can be officially... What?!"

An Sen was stunned for a moment, then turned pale in shock: "Tomorrow?!"

"Yes, tomorrow." Glancing at the moon outside the window, Fabian nodded:

"Actually, if we weren't worried about the possibility of an accident in the night landing, we can actually act now - in fact, many officers want to do this, and it is safer to have the cover of night; but I was pressed down, after all, you were still in prison at that time. In a coma... I mean, in a deep sleep."

"Then how long did I sleep?!"

Anson's expression was extremely ugly.

"Two and a half days... to be more precise, fifty-eight hours." Fabian's face showed an embarrassing but respectful smile:

"Originally we planned to wake you up on the same day, but considering your physical condition at the time, I, Lieutenant Jason Cavalry and Miss Lisa Bach agreed that it would be better to just let you fall asleep... Now it seems , this is indeed a very correct decision.”

Anson froze.

On August 28, the 100th year of the saint's calendar, the storm division arrived in the Principality of Aiden, and everything went smoothly.

Chapter end